
sábado, 4 de diciembre de 2010
And I built a home
There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home
And I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree that's old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
And I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
The Cinematic Orchestra – To Build A Home
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Una señora de tu casa.Eso es lo que eres.
ResponderEliminarEs que hasta hablo de hogares, no puedo evitarlo. Lo llevamos en la sangre.
ResponderEliminarAy tía, how sad :( Di stop, tenemos que escuchar/leer/visionar cosas más cheerful. Si siempre estamos tristes, ¡nunca podremos ser cheerleaders!
ResponderEliminarPor cierto, abres un blog y no me entero. What's your problem?
Tía, lo he abierto hace nada y no he promocionado, eso es cierto, tendría que habértelo enseñado. Soy retraso.
ResponderEliminarSer cheerleader se lleva en la sangre, y tú y yo lo llevamos.